The castle library was a labyrinth of shadows, a sanctuary of secrets passed down through the generations. Towering bookshelves, crafted from solid oak, stretched to the stone ceiling, their surfaces covered with layers of dust. The air was thick with the scent of paper and aged leather. Ada had always loved this place, surrounded by silent sentinels of knowledge that lined the walls.
Ada, wrapped in dark cloak, had sneaked out of her chambers, drawn to the forbidden knowledge of this library. Her mother had told Ada in secret, that there is a forbidden book, passed on through generations of Merhold women, she must get her hands on. Adas heart pounded in her chest as she moved deeper into the shadows, her feet barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.
She looked outside, through the stained glass and saw a storm raging through Darkwoods. The wind was howling through the corridors of her fathers castle as if a goddess of nature was about to descend.
Young girl sneaked past a nearby guard and saw something peculiar. The library door was left open and a light was shining from within.
Ada slowly approached the open door and peaked inside. She paused, the sight of a figure hunched over a table with a man pressing a woman against the wooden, flat surface froze her. The woman, her head thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream, was Lidia, the head maid. Ada also recognized the man's short, black hair, the very familiar, arrogant face.
It was her father, Alan von Merhold, his blue eyes were wild and feral as he ground his hips against Lidias. She stared, horrified and fascinated, as his hands gripped Lidias thighs, spreading them wide. The maid's dress was hiked up, her undergarments discarded, leaving her at his mercy. Ada could see the glistening wetness between her legs, could hear the slick, obscene sound of her fathers cock sliding in and out of Lidias cunt.
She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the maids breasts bounce with ongoing brutal thrusts. Her stomach churned with a mix of disgust and a strange, unfamiliar heat.
Quick as a fox, she darted behind a nearby bookshelf, pressing herself against the wooden furniture. She peeked through the lined books, her heart pounding in her ears. The sight before her was raw, primal, and utterly forbidden. Her fathers grunts filled the air, harsh and animalistic, as he slammed his hips against Lidias. The maids moans were muffled, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Suddenly, by chance, Lidias eyes met Adas, a silent plea for help, or perhaps desperation, visible in her stare. Ada felt a surge of guilt and anger, her human fathers actions betrayed his wife and Adas elf mother. Yet, amidst the turmoil, she also felt a strange sensation, a heat that spread through her limbs, making her feel both uncomfortable and excited. She watched, transfixed, as her fathers breaths grew ragged, his body tensing. He let out a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside Lidia, his seed staining her thighs.
The realization of her fathers infidelity and the violent, animalistic behaviour she had just witnessed sent a wave of nausea through Ada.
She stepped back, her breath hitching, as her father pulled away from Lidia. "Prelatia really blessed you with great tits and a tight pussy," Alan chuckled, his voice gruff and satisfied as he cleaned his cock inside Lidia's mouth. The maid choked slightly, tears streaming down her face as she attempted to comply with his command.
Ada had always dismissed rumours about her fathers reputation, his lustful nature whispered amongst the servants, but this was different. This was a harsh, brutal reality that she had not been prepared for. She could still see the glistening evidence of his sin on Lidias thighs, the maids muffled sobs echoing through the library.
Her father pulled up his breeches, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"Pretty little thing like you, would make a fortune in the brothels of Lower Town. Shame you're not there to serve your purpose, isn't it?" He chuckled, a harsh sound that grated against Ada's ears like nails on a chalkboard. She felt angry at the way he dehumanized the maid who had served their family for years.
Lidia, tears still streaking her face, looked up at Alan, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and humiliation.
"Please, my lord," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Not in here." Lidias eyes locking with Adas one more time.
Alan chuckled, a sound that sent shivers of disgust down Adas spine. "You're right, little bird" he said, his hand reaching out to cup her chin, his thumb brushing away a tear. "We should take this somewhere more... comfortable."
Ada watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as her father carried Lidia away, their footsteps echoing through the corridors. She felt a strange mix of relief and curiosity, her body still humming with the aftershocks of what she had witnessed.
Ada stepped out from her hiding spot, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the scene of her fathers sin. The table where Lidia had been defiled was shifted, the surface marred by the maids torn undergarments and the scent of sex. Adas breath quickened as she approached it, her fingers tracing the rough wooden edge, her mind conjuring the image of her father's brutal fucking.
She looked past the crime scene, her eyes drawn to a small shelf, just behind the desk. There was a book slightly different than the others, hiding in plain sight. A leather-bound book nestled among the scattered papers and fallen tomes. It was unassuming yet different, its cover dark with age, the title faded but still legible.
"The Bestiary of Carnal Delights" it read, in a language Ada recognized as ancient Elvish. Intrigued, she picked it up, the leather stretching softly as she opened it.
The pages were yellowed with age, the ink partially faded but still legible, detailing creatures of myth and legend, their habits, and their mating rituals. Her heart pounded as she turned the pages, her mind racing with the implications. There were many notes, written by different people with their own observations and results.
The book was filled with detailed illustrations of creatures she had only heard of in old tales - minotaurs, satyrs, succubus and more. Each entry described the creatures in detail.
Her eyes widened as she read about the succubus, a demoness with the body of a woman and the wings of a bat. The text described her insatiable hunger for sex, her preference for human men, and her ability to drain their life force through prolonged intercourse.
Ada's heart pounded as she turned the page, her eyes falling on an illustration of a succubus riding a man, her wings spread wide, her claws digging into his flesh. She felt a strange heat between her thighs, a dampness that made her squirm. She couldn't help but imagine herself in the mans place, the demoness's claws raking across her skin, her wings beating in rhythm of their fucking.
She bit her lip, her body tingling with a strange mix of fear and excitement. Then, she turned the page, a small laugh escaping her as she found a cute drawing of a goblin. The little creature had large, round eyes and a mischievous grin, its above average cock standing at attention. She traced the illustration with her finger, a soft smile playing on her lips. The goblins description detailed its crude nature, strong desire to breed with anyone and anything that it can and its insatiable appetite for elf women, a preference that made her laugh out loud. She felt a sudden wave of lust, a dark curiosity that awoke something inside her sould, urging her to explore the possibilities laid out before her.
Ada tucked the book under her arm, her mind swirling with forbidden thoughts and filthy fantasies. She sneakily made her way out of the library and speeded towards her chambers. Just in time as a guard entered the library right after Ada left.
She needed to be alone with her thoughts and the book. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she reached her room. She pushed the heavy wooden door and slammed it shut behind her.
Ada was alone in her chambers, the only light coming from the dying embers of the fireplace. She quickly locked the door and rushed to her bed, her mind racing with the images from the book and the scenes she had just witnessed in the library.
She threw the book onto her bed, the soft leather cover bouncing against the soft fabric. She took a deep breath and began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her gown.
Elf girl slipped out of her dress, the cool air of her chamber prickling her skin and lay down on the bed, her back against the soft pillows. She spread her legs, feeling the heart racing as she reached down and touched herself. She was already wet, her fingers sliding easily inside, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to play with herself.
The images from the book played through her mind, the succubus' claws raking against her skin, the goblin's cock pounding into her. She could feel the heat building inside her, a pressure that made her hips arch off the bed.
Ada's fingers danced over her clit, circling it. She bit her lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagined the creatures from the book fucking her, their bodies slamming against hers, their cocks filling her. She was so wet, her juices coating her fingers, the scent of arousal filling the room.
Ada continued to play with herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she imaginations ran wild. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she rubbed and stroked, she couldn't seem to reach that peak. Her body was tense, her muscles clenched, but the release never came. She heard her fathers grunts in her head, saw Lidias tears, felt the demoness claws and the goblins cock. But it was all jumbled, a chaotic mess that left her frustrated and aching.
After what felt like hours, Adas body gave up, her limbs growing limp, her breaths evening out as she fell into sleep, her hand still buried between her thighs, her mind still reeling with the forbidden images...